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            Harry trudged wearily to the Great Hall, allowing his feet to drag in the mud. It didn't matter, his shoes were already stained a messy brown. Quiditch practice had been miserable; the poring rain had drenched the Griffindor House Team before they had even begun playing. Harry hadn't been able to see through his glasses, but it didn't matter, he couldn't have seen through the heavy deluge anyway. They had given up practicing after half an hour, because their new beaters kept hitting everyone off their brooms and someone (Harry couldn't tell who) had to go to get their bloody broken nose fixed. They had announced the practice over, and Harry hadn't even waited before slinging his broom over his shoulder and leaving with Ron to the Great Hall.

            Even with all the crummy weather, Harry was at least glad he was back on the Quiditch Team as Seeker. He felt badly though, for taking Ginny Weasly's place, but she had said dismissively, " Its no bother Harry! Besides, I have O.W.L.'s this year, and will be much to busy to play." Harry had to agree, his O.W.L. year had been hectic too, surprising enough, he was kind of glad he had some extra time for his work, and he needed it, since he planned to be an Auror.

            Lost in thought, Harry plunked himself next to Ron, who was the Keeper for the Quiditch Team, and reached for the nearest platter of food, not even noticing what it was. Ron managed a half grin half chew at Hermione, who was sitting across from him, before turnig to his now full plate. Hermione, peering at him from over her "Ancient Runes" book, added a more dignified "Hello Harry, Hello Ron, how was practice?" and set down her book.

            "Are you still studying? You've been doing that all day!" Ron criticized between swallows of Kidney Pie and Mashed Potatoes.

A/N: Wahoo! Was that ever fun! I will have Ginny in the next chapter, I promise.